Pynchon takes a back seat to a giant aquatic penis

Well, I don’t know what happened.  I got a quarter of the way into Vineland, was loving it, and then just got side tracked.  I went through The Iliad and The Odyssey, just out of nowhere.  And now I’m working through Moby Dick.  The audiobook.  Read by Frank Muller.

This one makes a little more sense than my excursion through ancient Greek epic poetry.  I read Moby Dick for the first time about nine years ago.  I was intimidated going into it, but by the time I got to The Quarter Deck chapter, I absolutely fell in love with the book.  I’ve been crowing about it ever since.  And now that Amanda is in Switzerland and going native on me, I needed to remind her that she’s an American, goddamn it.  And what better way than with the absolute most American thing ever?  Seriously.  Moby Dick transcends the Star-Spangled Banner, baseball, apple pie, bald eagles, America the Beautiful, the founding fathers, Ohio, the Dallas Cowboys, everything.  Don’t believe me?  Read the book.

Which is what I’m doing again.  Well, the audiobook.  When Amanda and I talked about what books she should take with her to Switzerland, I recommended Moby Dick since she’d now have the time.  My copy is a bit cumbersome, though, so we agreed that I’d mail it to her after she finished some of the other books she took with her.  So, in preparation for sending it to her, I started sampling various chapters just to refreshen my memory of it.  And then I fell into it.  But because I needed to mail her the book, I’ve switched over to the audiobook, and, wow.  Frank Muller, people.  Check it out.

More on this tomorrow.

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